I haven’t gotten away unscathed. I’ve had diarrhea for 24 hours. Very common. Completely treatable. Super, super, super annoying. And exhausting. Who knew? Bananas for all.
I took my bandages off today. It’s been a week since the surgery and first infusion. They sealed the incisions with glue, which is still on there. Everything looks pretty healthy to my untrained eye. Just a touch of sore. Where my finger is pointing – that’s the port entry. It’s just this tiny little circle pad, hidden under my skin, it’s a direct hit for drawing blood/receiving infusion. The upper incision is the vein they ported into. The long lower incision is where the slid the miracle box under my skin. We used it on the first infusion. I’ll probably have it for 2 years. Save my arm/hand/feet veins from distortion – I have horrible veins – which is why I opted for the port.
I’ve lost weight. With my diagnosis I changed my eating habits completely. Whole foods, clean eating. Almost completely plant based, though some seafood, broth and a few things I couldn’t control. I cooked / froze a bunch of soups. Have continued my juice creations for breakfast, though I’ve taken a break with the loose stool situation looming large. Beet juice with ginger, grapefruit, lemon, green apple, fist full of power greens and tumaric root is my go to. Try it. It’s wonderful.
Today brought another bounty of goodness to my doorstep. It made me cry. Kindness will cure all wounds. Thanks Aunt Kathy and TTT.
“Our human compassion binds us the one to the other – not in pity or patronizingly, but as human beings who have learnt how to turn our common suffering into hope for the future.”